Shapeless, unconscious, a great unknown Growling inside like an alien form A question remains for all to debate Are we to decide about its delivery? Can one really tell what makes it humane When speaking about a human-like shape? Do we dare to speak for those with no voice? Can we really choose given such a bitter choice?
Millions of cells shaped into one, shaped into one Started with a though of creating life
Shapeless, unconscious, a great unknown When the time has its line drawn, where does it begin? Can we tell it by impulse flowing through the nerves? Can we mark potential by a beating chest? If it's not yet beating can we put its shell to rest? So many fucking questions that we are still fighting over Should we care about the past that was so much colder? Or should we make our future bright so it gets so much warmer?
Millions of cells shaped into one, shaped into one Started with a though of creating life
At the beginning there was nothing But ain't it nothing that we all come from? So when it comes to a life given to us does it make us worthy of deciding whether it all can come to existence?
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